Jimi's journal

So, I'm visiting my buddies in Memphis right now but, unfortunately, they all sleep until 4 PM. Even their parents do, too. I swear, am I the only person who wakes up early anymore?

Why is it most of my friends from Memphis are bums? None of them are in college and they just work at restaurants like El Paton or whatever the flip it is. Either that or they're "home schooled" and sleep 20 hours a day. But that's Memphis, Tennessee for you. Utter chaos.

Nevermind. This is the worst journal entry I've ever done. But oh well. You read it, though, didn't you?

I was at the mall with my friend tonight when I passed this blonde woman. All of the sudden, she looked at me in the eyes, smiled and said "Hi!" as if we knew each other... I was literally stunned. I was frozen. She just continued walking but I couldn't and still can't recall who she is... But her face is so familiar. So strange and intrusive...

I'll never find out who she is! Ever! I'm going to live the rest of my life puzzled over this terrible incident!

Oh well.

... I don't really care.

This is kinda long. Sorry. I'm actually pretty serious today.

Since I am 17 and am currently unemployed, I rely on my parents for necessities like clothing and food. My mom had offered (a few months ago) to purchase some shirts I want off the internet. I've asked her several times about it and her response every time was "wait until payday." I asked her again this morning and she gave me the same response.

But whether you take money out of your account right after cashing a paycheck or you wait until two weeks later, you're still spending the same amount of money. So you're going to lose the 20 bucks regardless of when you spend it. But she claims that she gauges the money we spend and that "if I want to go hungry, we can buy what I want right now."

Yet, these past two weeks, my parents have gone to McDonalds and other fast food places at least 5 times, rented 4 movies, sent my brother to swimming lessons for 50 bucks a week, gone to several [nice] restaurants, bought candy for my siblings at the gas station and let me go to a couple movies. So basically, they've spent about 200 bucks on recreational stuff alone. I know it's not just for them; my brother, sister and I are included... But if money was really so tight, why don't we manage our lifestyle like it is? I'm willing to sacrifice a trip to the movies for the clothes I want to wear.

Frankly, we're spoiled. My parents' raised us in the ghetto of Memphis with only my father's average/below average income to support us and we still managed to get spoiled. Then they have the nerve to complain about not having enough money. Even when I was working, they'd borrow my money whenever I cashed a paycheck, saying, "Don't worry, we'll pay you back." True, they did pay me back, but just to borrow it again a few days later.

I've gotten to the point where I'm so disgusted by their spending habits that I refuse to eat when we go to the mall or such places... It just makes me feel so guilty. And I'd rather starve than tolerate my parents' terrible spending habits.

Check out the shirts I want. :)

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This post was edited by Jimi on Jun 24, 2005.

This is my first entry [in my journal]. Exciting.

So I have to feed my friend's cats while she's gone in South Carolina. How terrible. Cats are frightening creatures. I used to work at Quizno's Subs and whenever I'd take the trash out, a huge black cat would jump out of the trash can. It was the most terrifying thing imaginable.

Actually, those occurances pale in comparison to some other experiences I had at Quizno's. One very strange story was when my co-worker Todd and I were closing up for the night and this guy wouldn't leave... He just stared at us and kept buying stuff. He stood at the counter while eating chips and staring menacingly at the menu... So we just powerlessly cowered in the back, praying he wouldn't try to, ya know, kill us, or something...

But then he left and I mopped the floor while Todd just stood around. Lazy jerk.

Thus concludes my first journal entry! Come back and read my journal again, where you can waste your time and energy EVERYDAY!